On the 5th of June our team received the weirdest email sent to us thus far, We decided it was worth publishing. We have emailed back a series of questions to the writer about his experience and we hope to update once he has responded. Enjoy.
Dear Webhost please let me tell my story in regards to a link from ur site. My story is a weird one and I hope you delete the link to the places in question as I am in the opinion that the site visited is fully cursed. I DO NOT want what happened to me to happen to others. Please sir....publish my story and remove that link. Thanks.
Fuck I dont know how to start. My name is Fast John to my friends or just John Chia.....John is my first name and "Fast" is the nickname given to me by friends because of my love for all fast things from cars, jet skis and e-scooters.I am 28 years old and a pure blooded Singaporean who grew up in this beautiful island. I Sang the Marikita, took the pledge together with all my fellow brothers and sisters who have enjoyed their growing up in Singapore. Now I wanna share my story. What I will say is going to sound werid to you. The reason why I write this here is because I have no one else I dare to tell this too. I have felt responsible for a time. I have to let this out of my chest Let me begin.
Last week I just bought myself an Inokim Quick 3 scooter. It's the kind that has electric power and can run up to 25/kmh. Also around that time i chanced upon a website...
It has a whole list of "haunted" places that the site recommended its viewers to use their electric vehicles to visit. For days i was hooked....i began exploring the list...not all though....just some of the places. If i knew then what I now know....I would never have began Never never never never never have.....I would have fucking stuck to stamp collections.
Now it was one of the places on the list (I was wont say which for reasons very clear to me) but you can have a pretty good guess. It's a run down place that is dilapidated. 2 times when famous you-tubers came to Singapore to sneak to that place, they both on separate occasions ran away screaming. I have since emailed to various sites asking them to remove any mention of that place.
It was at that place....at 11pm at night when we arrived. My best friend from NS called Zacky Tan decided to join as he too is an avid Scooter rider. We walked around using a flashlight. My flashlight was the kind policemen in America used. The kind that has a weighted interior so it can be used as a baton. I felt safe holding it....almost like holding the hand of an old friend. Well you can laugh but when you are facing a chilling scary place....you need any comfort you can get. Zacky was unusually quiet but at that time I didnt think too much about it....attributing it to the spookiness of the situation. I mean who doesn't speak in low voices and hush tones when in such situations?
The first fifteen minutes of my arrival was uneventful. It was when we stepped into the "RED" room did we realise something was deadly wrong. Right in the middle of the room was a ring of Candles that looked freshly lighted. Now you must know for the record we had passed NO one since we arrived from the first floor till exploring our way to the third floor. I heard NOTHING. Yet here it was....a room with a ring of candles that looked recently lighted. We started to back off and retreat back to where my bike was on the first floor....believe me when i say it felt like an eternity getting from the top floor to the bottom floor where my bike was. My heart was racing, my hands were cold and I was soooo fearful i would trip and fall thus become paralysed and having to face the night alone in this cursed place.
Horror of all horrors. When i got to my bike which i stupidly shackled earlier to prevent theft and thus not able to just jump on and just scoot off.....i saw this smiling doll seated on the floor board and it seemed to stare at me. I had never seen that doll....not till this moment. I had no idea who placed it on my floor board of the scooter after i arrived but i was pretty sure that whoever or whatever was around didnt welcome me nor did it want me around. i could almost feel its reprimand. The doll was extremely creepy. It was a smiling female form doll which portrayed a realistic looking face. a handphone image was taken. (may be haunting to some. Matured audience please) Its face mocked me....its laughing mouth was cruelly teasing me about the fear i felt and how i was responding to the whole thing.
This was too much for me to handle. I flung the doll away hard but i will never forget the face. Those mocking eyes. Those eyes which tells me she knew something i didn'. I had to get out. And fast. I started the bike but still had to push the bike through 15 mins very terrifying tall grass(imagine the thoughts playing on the mind as i pushed through.
I finally reached the main road at around 1215am....and i realised i was completely alone! where the fuck was Zacky? I waited another 15 min for him in case he was right behind me....but not a single movement was detected after staring into the darkness. I decided he must have seperated at some point and went off scooting home on his own. I too started to ride home.
It was only when i reached home did i dare let off a deep breath and start stripping down to bath. My mom came out into the hall from her bed room and knocked at my room door....i opened it and what she told me froze me and will haunt me forever....She told me that early she was trying to reach me together with dad....they had both gotten a call from Zacky's family saying that he was killed by a car on his way to meet me. I took a deep breath....and I started laughing.....i could not stop anymore....life was simply too funny.
Note by the editor : This is the original email form John Chia, we are in current contact with him and will update this as soon as more information comes in. All resemblance to people living or dead are fully coincidental and all photos published here are purely for illustration purpose only. It dos NOT reflect the real images that John had seen.
BOY 17 WANTED TO FLIM HIMSELF JUMPING FROM ORCHARD CENTRAL CONNECTING BRIDGE TO THE LOWER FLOOR AND.......GOT THE LOWEST FLOOR
SINGAPOREAN MAN ALMOST DIES WHILE ROOFING IN CHINA. (ROOFING : THE ACT WHEREBY A MALE HOMO SAPIEN IDIOT ATTPEMPTS DANGEROUS STUNTS ON ROOF TOPS)
.When Abagail first started the symptoms the doctors said it was just a passing phrase of nausea and gave her some medications. She was a brave girl and always smiled and shrugged off whatever life threw at her with smiles and displayed a strong sense of determination to improve and remain strong. As her condition deteriorated she started vomiting and throwing up bile.
No one could really say when her condition started because the progress was so subtle. her gradual decline was rapid and impossible to replicate under any conditions. Doctors were guessing as the family speculated. Amongst all the various speculations, only one person had an almost perfect guess about how it started but even she was NOT aware how it would end.
Dorothy who was 8 years old and teething was dreaming. She was thinking back to the day she saw Abagail change. It all started when Dorothy stumbled into Abagail's room and saw her big sister who she adored putting on really red lipstick. It was REALLY red and not just the red that most girls wore. She curiously watched her elder sister as her sister continued with her business and finally Abagail told Dorothy she was going to try an experiment. She had learnt from the internet that if she stood in front of a mirror, bit into a red apple and dressed in red during the first night of the full moon exactly at 3:13am she would be able to see her future husband in the mirror. Like all girls her age she was curious about how her future man would look like.
3:13am came and went and the ritual was done. Nothing happened. Abagail got bored and washed off her makeup before retiring to bed. The coughs started just hours later and in the next morning her condition began.
A week after Abagail's death, Dorothy started to research and did some reading on the "
mirror game". As Dorothy read her face became contorted with fear. She fainted and her mom found her daughter unconscious in front of a flickering PC monitor....the screen read...
"Stand facing the mirror...DO NOT wear red...there have been people whos friends have changed the instructions in order to sabotage them. Preferred color is light green which is the color of nature and love anything is fine except red which is the color of blood and death. Be warned that people have suffered the consequences so please read carefully before continuing this game....now stand facing the mirror....take one bright red apple..."
This story took place in a Tampines HDB flat back in 2007. The boy In the image is called Razali or simply Ali. Since he was around 15-16 months old he had been learning to make all kinds of sounds with his mouth and tongue. This was the reason no one took him seriously when he started to crying and pointing at empty areas in the home and while screaming "nana" or "Amah". When it started everyone found it cute and no one got concerned.
All of a sudden it stopped. Ali would still call out to "Amah" however it all seemed somewhat different. It only occurred to us later what the change was. By then it was way too late.
About 3 months after it started Ali celebrated his cousin's birthday and his parents thought it would be a great idea to take a photo of him while he sat on an arm chair. When he was being brought to the chair he kept smiling and calling "Amah". At that point no one felt it was funny and proceeded to snap the photo.
By the end of the evening, Ali was missing. No one saw him leave the home nor was he being carried by anyone. A complete search of the apartment was done with the police when they arrived. Ali was never found.
Two weeks later when the photo flim was developed, everyone had a grasp. The above photo speaks for itself. In it showed clearly a woman figure beside Ali in his final photoshoot. For the record, the family had grandma who was still living and looked NOTHING like that thing in the photo. No one in the family could make any sense of the photo or identify it.